Saturday morning, getting up early
Darkness outside, breakfast in hurry
Riding to the station on Our bikes
Getting on the waiting train
Wheels running along the rails towards the South
Another station, another train
Wheels running along the rails towards the North
Another station, another train
Wheels running along the rails towards the North
Finally arriving the last station
Jumping on Our bikes
Heading north where the twins are waiting
Cycling through the flat land where freedom is not only a word
And the weather is fine, no matter what the weathermen say
The sun is shining brightly from a cloudless sky
Having lunch in a restaurant
Walking through the village, sitting at the little fishing port
It’s summertime and the days are long
But for us they are too short, especially today
Jumping on Our bikes
Heading south, along the coast where the wind is blowing
Cycling between dike and sea where freedom is not only a word
Our bikes are like flying horses, playing with the wind
Riding to the station, getting on the train
Goodbye freedom, Goodbye Sunshine
We are going home now
Wheels running along the rails towards the South
Another station, another train
Wheels running along the rails towards the South
Another station, another train
Wheels running along the rails towards the North
Finally arriving at the last station
Riding home on Our bikes
It was a long day, it was a nice day
It was a hard day, it was a fine day
Next year we will go again
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 03.04.2006.
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